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"begg" poems
maturity admired exaggerated by far assumed mutual care me, stepped on Satans tail ignoring elder warnings believing Satans whispers building, dreaming forging forever happiness on a whisper, sweat whisper i enjoyed the dripping yellow whisper smooth clear honey, flowed my deity please remember me think me i Begg for my soul, please mercy please release my soul ties that bind, please destroy by faith alone, a righteous prayer my redeemer lives standing on faiths shoulder, my enemies crumble and fall father please forgive an ignorant youth no more old spit out toy, emotionless the road is hard, please carry me by faith alone, by faith alone
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
exagerated maturity
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, And sair wi’ his love he did deave me; I said there was naething I hated like men: The deuce *** wi ‘m to believe me, believe me, The deuce *** wi ‘m to believe me. He spak o’ the darts in my bonie black een, And vow’d for my love he was diein; I said he might die when he liked for Jean: The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein, The Lord forgie me for liein! A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird, And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers: I never loot on that I ken’d it, or car’d, But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers, But thought I might hae waur offers. But what *** ye think? in a fortnight or less, (The deil tak his taste to *** near her!) He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her. But a’ the niest week I fretted wi’ care, I gaed to the tryste o’ Dalgarnock, And wha but my fine fickle lover was there, I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock, a warlock. I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock. But owre my left shoulder I *** him a blink, Lest neibors might say I was saucy; My wooer he caper’d as he’d been in drink, And vow’d I was his dear lassie, dear lassie, And vow’d I was his dear lassie. I spier’d for my cousin fu’ couthy and sweet, Gin she had recover’d her hearin, And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl’t feet— But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin, But, heavens! how he fell a swearin. He begg’d, for gudesake, I *** be his wife, Or else I *** **** him wi’ sorrow: So e’en to preserve the poor body in life, I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, I think I maun wed him to-morrow.
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Last May A Braw Wooer
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, And sair wi’ his love he did deave me; I said there was naething I hated like men: The deuce *** wi ‘m to believe me, believe me, The deuce *** wi ‘m to believe me. He spak o’ the darts in my bonie black een, And vow’d for my love he was diein; I said he might die when he liked for Jean: The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein, The Lord forgie me for liein! A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird, And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers: I never loot on that I ken’d it, or car’d, But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers, But thought I might hae waur offers. But what *** ye think? in a fortnight or less, (The deil tak his taste to *** near her!) He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her. But a’ the niest week I fretted wi’ care, I gaed to the tryste o’ Dalgarnock, And wha but my fine fickle lover was there, I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock, a warlock. I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock. But owre my left shoulder I *** him a blink, Lest neibors might say I was saucy; My wooer he caper’d as he’d been in drink, And vow’d I was his dear lassie, dear lassie, And vow’d I was his dear lassie. I spier’d for my cousin fu’ couthy and sweet, Gin she had recover’d her hearin, And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl’t feet— But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin, But, heavens! how he fell a swearin. He begg’d, for gudesake, I *** be his wife, Or else I *** **** him wi’ sorrow: So e’en to preserve the poor body in life, I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, I think I maun wed him to-morrow.
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There was an old man in a garden, Who always begg'd every-one's pardon; When they asked him, 'What for?'-- He replied, 'You're a bore! And I trust you'll go out of my garden.'
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There Was An Old Man In A Garden
to the one I love to forget... I apologize for my constant rejection hhhmmmm... u been longing for my affection misleading ur heart in a different direction for quite some time now the false promises and fake smiles I constantly feed you spreads through your mind like a blissful infection the ****** poetry I sinfully spit at u leaves u standing firm and tall the greatest lover i am let me ease your ******** I love it when u begg  get on your knees is always my reply , time for me to see what that tounge do inspection oh so you wanna be my love slave is my detection...... let me stop here I go again misleading u in the wrong direction I don’t know why when u look at me u see endless perfection when all I can offer u is endless rejection I’m not  willing to let my future king of the past get the wrong impression so I hide ur love for me as the unseen discretion u really think I love you... sorry u mean nothing my smile must’ve caused that deception before u became attached  I tried to let u go cause my love I know will leave u in a 2 year world of depression I know that it will be because of me u look at women funny u get the wrong impression look all I know is that I need to admit my wrongs in order to receive true redemption and also I hope that my apologetic poetry will help cure those late nights that u spend consumed with depression   I guess this is how it’s supposed to go
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
PFMD23 The One I Love To Forget
Make me writhe under you. Make me begg for release. Slowly destroy my innocence as I whimper primordial love songs in your ear. Would you leave me numb? I want you to leave me speechless. I want to float a top constellations without ever leaving this bed. I want to feel the earth move around the sun, and breathe in syncopation with the universe. I want you to make me feel alive.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Wishful thinking
Blue sky's Hold witness to grey days. Light shines upon me. But I do not feel it. Just this heavy weight in my chest. Just this dark void that's swallowing me. Just this Need to Run from everyone. I begg you Pull the sun From the sky... Blind it's eyes From witnessing My destruction.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Grey Days
I begg you To kiss my salty cheeks lead me through the mighty jungle be my light in the dark can you please take my sorrow and cure my broken heart? I’m on my knees To begg you To ease my pain Amen.
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC
a prayer from a lonely heart.